Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day
Sparkle was taking a walk on the wild side again for his Demon Marcus shift this weekend, decked out in his rattiest jeans and a tank top that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks.
Because it most likely hadn't been.
He figured, since the cheap crap was somewhere near the back of the store, he could just make up some excuse about how he was trying to appeal to a wider range of potential customers who came in. After all, if you were here for the fancy shit, you saw that on all the displays on your way into the building in the first place.
... Okay, that, and Sparkle really wasn't in any mood to do his laundry. So what? If they wanted him to clean his clothing more often, they wouldn't make everyone sleep in tents.
[Open and flying without OCD today!]
Because it most likely hadn't been.
He figured, since the cheap crap was somewhere near the back of the store, he could just make up some excuse about how he was trying to appeal to a wider range of potential customers who came in. After all, if you were here for the fancy shit, you saw that on all the displays on your way into the building in the first place.
... Okay, that, and Sparkle really wasn't in any mood to do his laundry. So what? If they wanted him to clean his clothing more often, they wouldn't make everyone sleep in tents.
[Open and flying without OCD today!]